The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell read more

The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.

We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.

We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.

Old age is just a record of one\'s whole life.

Old age is just a record of one\'s whole life.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the read more

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.

Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.